没有月色的山间是空洞的。只因月的存在,天空才有了饱满的灵魂,山间的内容才不辜负人至。那晚,山中的月儿如此澄清,静静地悬在轮廓隐约的山梁上,虽不似十五时的透亮,黄橙橙的,却亲切得像是旧时家中点亮的瓦丝灯泡。凉清清的山风柔柔地拂过,挠痒了一池湖水。山麓湖畔,白日里和谐相处的水牛与白鹭已经各自归家,看着空空的湖面,没来由地生出些许遗憾。极目远处,与湖面相连的天幕上面,几盏稀疏的星斗慵懒 Mountain without moon is empty. Only because of the existence of the moon, the sky has a full soul, the content of the mountain did not live up to. That night, the moon in the mountains was so clear, quietly hanging over the dimly lit ridge, not as bright, yellowish orange as fifteen o’clock, but graciously like the lit lamp of the old wire bulb. Cool clear mountain wind gently, tickling a pool of water. The foothills of the lake, day by day in harmony with buffalo and egrets have their own home, looking at the empty lake, no reason to give birth to a little regret. In the distance, above the canopy connected to the lake, a few sparse starry lazy